] And I'll write her a letter and
tell her de hairy ape done it. Dat'll square tings.
SECRETARY--[Stepping away from YANK.] Very interesting. [He gives
a signal. The men, huskies all, throw themselves on YANK and
before he knows it they have his legs and arms pinioned. But he is
too flabbergasted to make a struggle, anyway. They feel him over
for weapons.]
MAN--No gat, no knife. Shall we give him what's what and put the
boots to him?
SECRETARY--No. He isn't worth the trouble we'd get into. He's too
stupid. [He comes closer and laughs mockingly in YANK'S face.] Ho-
ho! By God, this is the biggest joke they've put up on us yet.
Hey, you Joke! Who sent you--Burns or Pinkerton? No, by God,
you're such a bonehead I'll bet you're in the Secret Service!
Well, you dirty spy, you rotten agent provocator, you can go back
and tell whatever skunk is paying you blood-money for betraying
your brothers that he's wasting his coin. You couldn't catch a
cold. And tell him that all he'll ever get on us, or ever has got,
is just his own sneaking plots that he's framed up to put us in
jail. We are what our manifesto says we are, neither more or less--
and we'll give him a copy of that any time he calls. And as for
you--[He glares scornfully at YANK, who is sunk in an oblivious
stupor.
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